哦主耶稣，每想到你，我心便觉甘甜；深愿我能立刻被提，到你可爱身边！
Lord Jesus Christ, our heart feels sweet
Whene'er we think on Thee,
And long that to Thy presence dear
We soon might raptured be!
Lord, like the pretty henna-flower,
In vineyards blossoming Thou art;
Incomp'rable Thy beauty is,
Admires and loves our heart!

世上并无一个妙音，能把你恩尽唱；人间也无一颗情心，能把你爱全享。
There is no music adequate
Thy grace in full to praise,
Nor there a heart which could enjoy
Thy love in every phase.
Lord, like the pretty henna-flower,
In vineyards blossoming Thou art;
Incomp'rable Thy beauty is,
Admires and loves our heart!

但那最使我心欢喜，尚非你爱、你恩；乃是你的可爱自己，最满我情、我心。
Yet, what delights our heart the most
Is not Thy love, Thy grace;
But it is Thine own loving Self
That satisfies always.
Lord, like the pretty henna-flower,
In vineyards blossoming Thou art;
Incomp'rable Thy beauty is,
Admires and loves our heart!

你比美者还要更美，你比甜者更甜；你外，在天我心何归？在地我心何恋？
Oh, Thou art fairer than the fair,
And sweeter than the sweet;
Beside Thee, none in heaven or earth
Our heart's desire could meet.
Lord, like the pretty henna-flower,
In vineyards blossoming Thou art;
Incomp'rable Thy beauty is,
Admires and loves our heart!